"Believe your eyes not the lies"
A midwest emo track begins with interwoven clean electric guitar arpeggios, each coated in chorus and delay. Tight drums and melodic, linear bass join, giving syncopation to spare, airy verses. Choruses swell with layered, twinkly leads and energetic rhythms. A meter-shifting, math rock bridge builds tension, then releases into a textured, emotionally charged climax powered by dynamic guitars and propulsive rhythm.
"Believe your eyes not the lies"
A midwest emo track begins with interwoven clean electric guitar arpeggios, each coated in chorus and delay. Tight drums and melodic, linear bass join, giving syncopation to spare, airy verses. Choruses swell with layered, twinkly leads and energetic rhythms. A meter-shifting, math rock bridge builds tension, then releases into a textured, emotionally charged climax powered by dynamic guitars and propulsive rhythm.
Lyrics
Instrumental Intro
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Intro
Plasma screening a dentist-white glow
Into a room that reeks like wet coats
Remote’s got syrup in the number three
Someone’s prints parked on the screen
My Dude on cable news got a hardware voice
Like he learned vowels tightening hex bolts
Says they trust what’s standing there
Even when just standing there jolts
Pre-Chorus
"Glass don’t argue
Light don’t vote"
But their picture keeps clearing its throat
"Believe your eyes not the lies" he says they they say:
Chorus
He leans on their media wind sock
Not the mouth that smooths the rock
Something in the sideways shake of a hand
Don’t answer to a kill shock
Cable friendly words in a mitten fist
Bold ink bleeding into the cold
Truth ain’t loud, it just won’t blur
When the story’s over-controlled
Instrumental Interlude
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Verse 1
River under Minneapolis chewing tin
King groans like they owe him clothes
Every headline ironed too flat
Like a pink shirt at a funeral, "funny"
He says, "the lens coughs before it lies"
Before the panel gets dressed
There’s a voltaic witch in the corner of almost
That don’t pass any cognitive test
Pre-Chorus
Tim Hortons hums like a busted fridge
Sorry, eh, got a 2 nickel taste of something off (in the way they smile)
Like Great glue that won’t quite paste again
"Believe your eyes not the lies"
Chorus
So he trusts the slip in the polished thing
Where the shine forgets its cue
Where the seam shows up like a scar that shrugs
Says “I was here before you,” not left, not right, not printed clean
Not fit for banner's or a sign
Just a kick in the ribs when the picture holds
A shot. In the dark. Longer than the script unfolds:
"Believe your eyes not the lies"
Instrumental Bridge
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Bridge
Bar downstairs coughing lo-fi dust
Half a '70s song stuck in a rust throat
Of someone laughin' with their hat tipped back
Like they lost a bet to a kid named "America
First" nobody framed the whole of themselves
Everybody cropped mid-thought
But the seeing keeps tapping the inside glass
Like a fly that remembers rot
Verse 2
Lean on the light that misbehaves
Right before it learns to pose
Before it gets a broccoli haircut
And a version everyone knows
There’s a truth that don’t stand up straight
Don’t ride in a headline car
It lives in the Blink doorbell y'all miss
Where ICE cracks show who we are
Outro
Screen still buzzing after the sound
Blue glow chewing the tin cup
Man just sits with his red coat half on
Like he might disappear
Didn’t preach, didn’t solve, didn’t pick a team, didn’t tidy up the town
Just your room, a face, the humming square
And the weight behind the sigh
"Believe your eyes not the lies"
Instrumental Ending
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